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(3rd POV)
In the emptiness of non-existence where horrors unimaginable slumbered through strange aeons.
"Fuck you and your fucking trashy taste in tales Hazoth!" And the endless ruckus amongst olden gods of eternity.
Or simply a spat between siblings born beyond the dawn of time acting like stressed and angsty teens.
Such is life in the void where nothing for these old and primal beings of incomprehensible nature and might.
"They're at it again." The Lord of the Ideoscape murmured looking through the lenses of his territory.
An endless shifting into web of ideas yet to be known, thoughts yet to be molded, dreams yet to be realized, a sea of possibilities, potentials or imaginations.
A labyrinth of complexities full of intricacies of both wonder and horror at equal measure.
An endless library of knowledge yet to be known or discovered, the Ideoscape is all and not, existing as an endless realm of incomprehensible absurdities.
"How dare you! At least my standard doesn't involve your slimy tentacles!" This was not the first nor the last time he had witness his siblings argument.
"Bah! Your shitty taste is worse than La'goorth vile concoction of tragedy!" It was an average day that yet to be among the Elder Gods both young and old.
Through many strange eons ago he had met the other players of the great game or rather the faction he's a part of and his new and incredibly crazy family.
Learning to grow accustomed to all of the madness that his family bring as he accepted his new life in this game of madness and insanity.
Even he's immune he's sure that he was already insane just by human standards with his behavior and actions.
Unbound and unrestricted by the laws that has yet to be... he had studied and played with knowledge too horrible for humans to comprehend.
Call him inhumane but this is normal among his new family, he never hide nor stayed neutral as per the contract.
But he wasn't fully active as others as he focused inward rather than outward, to seek internal progress and innovated till the Great Game begins.
The time of genesis draws neat he could feel it, his keen sense of mind already feeling the clues around him.
Small glittering tiny sparks of energy, the prima materia of genesis, the building block that brought the beginning of infinite yet finite existence.
"Coalesce... amalgamate... and compress." What others ignored as nothing but speck of dust he would study and tamper with.
"Quantum Foam, First Particle, Compact Void Substance, Pre-Gravitonic Waves..." He listed the elements, the combinations and the properties of each single finite dust.
"Projecting the potentiality of essence, calculating the unseen variables to be born, molding the untapped possibility..." His work had been great and many.
As seen by the growing complexity and variety among consistency of his territory.
It's development and refinement ahead of his sibling gods, he doesn't operate in the same way as they were.
He was an oddity no doubt a human turned incomprehensible entity among fellow eldritch.
His essence fused together yet retaining their qualities, a common thing among its kin as each one knew of their unique oddity.
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Arknights: The Great Game
FanfictionA deal has been made and now you must survive, live or die? Run or stand against the odds? the choice is yours to make for the game has begun and you... are the enemy.
